“WHO is that human?” Varak shouted, his voice echoing loudly inside the vast stone chamber. The demon kneeling before him flinched, then swallowed hard before answering. “His name is Max, Prince.” That single name fell like a hammer. Varak went silent. For a moment, his entire aura froze. The rage in his eyes narrowed, as if fragments of memory were fitting together on their own. The human who had tainted his plans from the very beginning. “Max…” Varak murmured softly, almost like a restrained growl. He knew. There was no need for a long explanation. Max did not come for power. That human came for only one thing. Aurora. Varak clenched his jaw, his breathing growing heavy. “So he has come to take her back,” he said coldly, though pressure hid beneath his voice. “How very bold.” He turned sharply, his cloak brushing across the stone floor. “I will not let him ruin all of my plans,” he said loudly. Varak stared at his subordinate with a deadly gaze. “Mobilize the troops.

Varak burst into loud laughter, his voice echoing with mockery. HAHAH! “My wife?” he said sarcastically. “Aurora was born to be my true partner. You are the one who suddenly married her. You took her from me, so now I have the right to take her back.” Max’s gaze hardened. “She is mine,” he replied calmly but coldly. “A human like her is not meant to be the true partner of a demon like you.” Varak laughed again. “Whatever you say means nothing. Aurora is still mine.” He dismissed Max with a mocking nod. “And know this on purpose. Aurora is no longer human. Her soul has been fully exchanged into a demon. You came too late. Aurora is already gone.” Varak threw those words like a knife aimed at Max’s heart. He wanted to see cracks, doubt, or panic on Max’s face. He wanted Max to break before the real fight even began. But the opposite happened. Max stood calm, too calm. His gaze did not change, his breathing stayed steady, and there was no tremor in his aura. He looked at Varak as

Varak’s body lay sprawled on the black ground in front of the gates of Jae Mansion, his breath coming out in heavy gasps. He tried to move his arm, then his leg, but none of them responded as they should. It was as if his body was glued to the earth, held down by an invisible yet absolute pressure. Every attempt to rise ended only in sharp pain that reached deep into his bones. The humiliation struck him far harder than any blow he had just received. He, Varak, a demon prince who had lived for hundreds of years, who had toppled kingdoms and toyed with the souls of humans and demons alike, was now lying helpless before a human. Max stepped closer with calm strides. He was not in a hurry, and he did not hesitate. His shadow fell perfectly over Varak’s body, forcing the demon to look up. Max’s gaze was cold and flat, yet crushing, like a sky about to collapse. “Do you want me to send you to hell right now?” Max asked quietly, his voice steady and without excess emotion. The question

Tsahik drew a strained breath, yet his voice remained clear amid the tension of the ruined ritual chamber. “Very soon,” he said softly but with firm conviction, “you will be defeated by Max as well!” Liora turned sharply. Her eyes burned red, filled with rage and hatred. “Shut up!” she snapped. “You think that human will arrive on time?” Tsahik smiled faintly, the smile of a moral demon who still believed in hope. “He will come,” he said. “Max will not abandon Aurora. I trust him.” Those words struck Liora’s chest like a knife. In an instant, Liora’s body moved. Her black wings spread wide, and the air in the room trembled. She lunged toward Tsahik with killing intent, claws raised, her face filled with the desire to destroy. “I will silence your mouth right now!” But before her claws could touch Tsahik— BRAAAK! The massive door behind them was smashed open with brutal force. Thick wood and old iron shattered into pieces, thrown across the room like meaningless debris. Dust bi

Max answered without hesitation, his voice calm but full of conviction. “There is no other way. I need nothing except my faith. And that is what will destroy this mansion.”Tsahik fell silent.Those words did not sound like a threat, nor like arrogance. There was no pressure from an aura, no power released. Yet precisely because of that, Tsahik felt something different, something he had never felt from any demon in hundreds of years of living. Faith.In the demon world, faith had almost no meaning. Demons lived by power, by deceit, by domination. Yet the human before him spoke as if faith was the most real and absolute weapon of all.Tsahik did not fully understand it. But he did not ask further.He had already made his choice. Since the moment he bowed before Max, since he witnessed Prince Varak and Liora turn to ash, Tsahik knew one thing for certain. He had found someone worthy to follow.If Max said faith would destroy this mansion, then it would happen.Without conditions. Withou